Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Faust,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.